DESTROY

His hands felt like pieces of glass were protruding out of them. Everything he seemed to want was shredded with a simple touch. It was as if all in his path was destined for destruction. And that's what he was, destruction. A destroyer of anything and everything he could get his hands on. It wasn't as if he meant that to be the case, but it happened no matter what or who the victim. It would become nothing, would be gone.